The skunky-scented fritillaria seen here – more commonly called the Crown Imperial thanks to its impressive floral display – poked through the ground in our backyard, setting off the beginnings of the spring season here in upstate New York. it came just in time, as our isolation was just starting to wear on me. I got out and managed to fill twenty five big lawn bags of the detritus and debris of an entire winter season. While my middle-aged body recuperates (is there any Vic’s vaporub in this place?) we shall recap and provide some links to all that you may have missed. Mentholated vapors take me away…
It began with a very happy anniversary: the 10th birthday of my niece and nephew.
The battle between the sacred and the profane, the spiritual and the material, and the sarcastically-blissful life of straddling two extremes.
A pair of kissing cardinals visited our front yard.
We finally went full-frontal here, for really real.
Spring can really hang you up the most.
The erotically-inclined artwork of Michael Broderick.
A Filipino desert recipe from my Mom: babinka.
The time to be neighborly is now. Right now.
This is how solitude should smell.
How ever did we get here? And where did my shirt go?
A damn fine cup of coffee, home-brewed.
Have you ever felt like nobody was there?
Lathering up in memories sparked by the Beekman Boys and ‘Aloe & Iris.’
Awakening to awareness: the first part. Our journey begins.
Hunks of the Day included Son HeChan, Max Parker, Chris Cuomo, Tristan Gatto, Collin Baja, and Austin Theory.
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